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"He has done the same for me." Lynn hugged the girl. "I am getting a sister."
"Okay, break it up, you two, or I will start bawling my eyes out," Jack ordered.
"Ah, just in time. Here she is, Jason."
*****
Standing on the platform, Callum stopped himself from tugging at the cuff of his black tux as he waited for his bride. He had met her two months ago, and it surprised him that it had been such a short time, long enough for him to realize that she was it for him.
It also unnerved him to know that she had complete power over him. His emotions, his heart, and his soul were tied to her. He had gone through hell when that madman took her, and it had been the most extended few hours of his life.
During that time, he discovered that he would be a father. It overwhelmed him. He had always prided himself on being in complete control until he met her.
His breath was caught inside his throat as the music changed, and the spotlight was trained on the curtains, subtly and slowlyinching open. Wyatt, his best man, turned with him as the guests came obediently to their feet.
The shock sizzled through his body at the vision coming towards him and her holding a microphone. The music swelled to a crescendo, and her angelic voice belted out Luther Vandross’ ‘Here and Now.’
He was not the only one held spellbound, but the entire theater stood still as she sang the lyrics, her eyes on him only. She finished the song as she came to stand in front of him. Handing the microphone to Jack, she held out her hands to his.
“Hi. Thought I would blow your socks off.”
Taking her hands, he gripped them, drawing her towards him, his eyes swirling with emotions. “You did that. You are the most intriguing woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.”
“I hope to keep it that way. Shall we get hitched?”
With a soft laugh, he turned her towards the minister, who was waiting to get started.
*****
He had selected a warm climate for their honeymoon. She had never been to South America before, and the villa in Mexico was perfect and isolated.
Her new husband speaks Spanish, as was evidenced when he talked to his housekeeper, Maria, the cheerful woman with olive skin and long black hair wrapped neatly at the nape of her neck.
"You speak Spanish." She murmured when they were alone and standing on the patio, watching the swell of the waves in front of them. Moving towards her, he wrapped his hands around her waist, closing his eyes in utter contentment. He had repeated the vows that bind them together as one.
They had also exchanged rings; hers were the exquisite diamond, emerald square cut stones, and a plain gold band thatshe had slid on his ring finger. He had hustled her out of that theater and into the car to take them to the private hangar where his pilot was waiting to whisk them off to Mexico.
"What else don't I know about you?" She asked, turning her head to look at him. He kissed the tip of her nose, his eyes amused and indulgent. "I am multilingual. Languages come naturally to me - I like to get personally involved when doing business."
"What other languages?"
He whispered something in fluent French and then Italian.
"What did you say?"
"Loosely translated, it means that you are my life and the heart of me."
She turned then, emotions storming inside her. "As you are to me." Her hands slid up his chest, where she found his heart beating unsteadily. "I love you; those vows we exchanged mean the world. I am completely committed to you."
His hands framed her face. "I want to make love to you until the sun rises."
"I would like that too."
"Only like?" His eyebrows lifted in query.
"Love, adore. Are we alone?"
"Maria has returned to the village and will be back to prepare our meals. We won't even know she is here. How about something to eat on the patio?" His hand drifted down to her stomach. "You have to think about the babe."
